- Vol. 08
- Chapter 09
Pueblo
In the green of Shropshire a home away from home
Transported to South America, less alone
The tastes of my childhood are relived once again
In this place I can live both in the now and then
Our migration stories interconnected
They must be celebrated not rejected
There's more to unite us than to tear us apart
Embracing our different cultures is just a start
It takes a pueblo to raise a child and nurture
And here, these tastes and aromas I can savour
The bonds that bind us are wrapped in the food we eat
Breaking bread or empanadas with those we meet
Breaks down barriers, brings us closer together
Embracing our multiculture makes us better
In this painting in this place, memories flood
Thinking about my elders, my loved ones, my blood
A hidden gem, heart of the English country
That makes my heart glow and allows me to be me.